The weather has been very cloudy recently. The sun is not poisonous, so Shuzan no longer brings an umbrella. As a result, he came out of the mall at night and encountered rain.

The rain was not heavy, and it would pass after it was wet. Shu Zhan had to squeeze into the bus when he got home. He stood by the window. The window was a little open. When the wind blew, she was so cold that she took a breath.

So Shuzhan kept sniffing that night.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt her brain was drowsy. When she touched her forehead, her body temperature was normal. She was just a dull and painful head, as if every other moment, a sharp object was hitting her nerves.

The stomach is also thrust.

…It’s a sad story to get sick on the first day of the holiday.

It was ten o'clock, and Shu's mother's teaching and research team needed to have a meeting in other places, and she had to go on a business trip for three days. Shu's father was busy recently and had not picked her up for several days. He also worked overtime on his National Day. He was still lying on his mobile phone and asked her to solve the text messages for lunch and dinner by herself.

It's even more sad.

Shu Zhan held the wall and went to the bathroom to wash. He applied a hot towel to his face, and the discomfort dissipated a little. She went to read the medicine box again, took out a thermometer, and then leaned on the sofa, motionless.

I just saw the refrigerator and there were food, but she probably didn't want to move now. It seemed that she had to order takeout. It was already past ten o'clock and she didn't want to go out. It was too late to eat breakfast. So she just got to get some breakfast and lunch.

She sneezes for a while, calculated that the time was up, and pulled out her thermometer. Before she could pay attention, there was a knock on the door outside.

I tapped it three times, which was very rhythmic.

Shuzhan went to open the door, holding a thermometer in his hand.

Jiang Yuanting stood at the door.

He was wearing a light gray sweatshirt, his skin was fair against the backdrop, and he lazily put in his pocket with one hand, and still carried his schoolbag that he usually had nothing to hold on his shoulders - now it seems to be a little bloated.

"I haven't replied to my message. I thought you were asleep," he said in a rude tone. He glanced at the thermometer on her hand and was stunned, "Is it sick?"

Shu Zhan took the thermometer and looked at him.

37.2, not considered fever.

The phone should be placed on the bedside table. After waking up, I walked around dizzy. How could I think so much? A burst of irritability came. Shu Zhan walked into the living room with a faint tone, "Heart."

Just two words like this are soft, and it feels a little more coquettish when you hear them.

Something crashed into the heart.

Jiang Yuanting brought it to the door and couldn't help but move lightly.

This is not the first time he has come to Shuzhan's house. He often comes to his third year of junior high school, especially in the second year of junior high school, and eats openly.

Shu's mother has a completely different personality from his mother and is more serious, but she will also show a gentle and funny side in private. Shu's father is gentle and elegant, and has a well-intentioned conversation, so he is a good friend of age.

This is what a family should look like, unlike his broken family. There are too many people who are together and outsiders come to interfere. His mother now doesn't know what it is like.

I haven't walked into this home for a year, and it has not changed much. The wallpaper is orange dandelions, and even when the lights are turned down, it will be much softer. There is a photo of the family of three on the TV cabinet. The Shuzhang in the photo is still very tender, with playful ponytails, and behind it is the blue sky and the sea.

At this time, the little girl in the photo came over with her cell phone, wrapped in a furry pajama jacket, drooping her head, and having no strength. She leaned on the sofa, grabbed the hamster doll and hugged it in her arms, her voice was dull, "I can't do math problems."

After saying a few more words, her voice was unnatural hoarse and nasal.

"I've come here," Jiang Yuanting raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to drive me away?"

He looked at her from a high place, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, slightly frivolous, as if there were rippling water waves, and circles of water patterns spread out.

Shu Zhan didn't have the strength to argue with him now, and said slowly: "It's up to you."

She was sleepy but she was not sleepy - but her head still hurt a lot. She always felt uncomfortable when walking. She just wanted to find a warm and comfortable place and then lay down all day.

"Where are your parents?" Jiang Yuanting opened the refrigerator, put some fresh ingredients in it, and then asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

The answer is obvious.

"I don't want to eat at work." Shu Zhan had already picked up her knees and curled up into a small ball on the sofa. Unfortunately, her legs were relatively long, and such disorganized movements fell into his eyes, and there was a strange feeling... cute.

At this moment, Jiang Yuanting did not respond for a long time.

Shu Zhan kept holding her in a daze. The young man's slender and beautiful hand reached over and put the bowl of hot water on the coffee table in front of her, "Take the medicine first and go to the room to sleep."

When he was very young, Jiang Yuanting was already independent. Compared with his self-care ability, Shu Zhan is far inferior to him.

The bowl is filled with medicinal juice, freshly soaked, dark brown, exuding a little bit of Chinese herbal flavor.

Shu Zhan nodded obediently.

She really didn't want to use her brain, so she would do whatever Jiang Yuanting said.

There was a hint of sweetness in the medicine. After drinking it, Shuzhan planned to go to wash the dishes, but he took it to the sink. She flattened her mouth, "How could you be so fierce?"

She really thinks that he is...inexplicably fierce today.

Jiang Yuanting was stunned. As expected, she was sick and hurt her brain. She could say anything.

fierce?

He is not fierce.

"Go to bed quickly," he stressed.

Shu Zhan let out a "oh" and dragged his groggy body to the room.

There was something on the sofa still lit up. Jiang Yuanting walked over to look at it and it turned out that she had left her phone here.

Shu Zhan didn't mention it, and he didn't want to send her cell phone in - the patient should look like a patient, what kind of cell phone should be playing with!

Anyway, he is fierce.

The screen of the phone was on, it was a missed call. In a minute, a new call came again.

Caller ID Zheng Zhi.

The bedroom door had been closed, Jiang Yuanting turned his head and glanced, but his hand had quickly slid to answer.

"Zhanzhan, you finally answered my phone call. Why don't you reply to the message? Do you have another dog?"

Shu Zhan’s best friend?

Jiang Yuanting recalled. Oh, the girl who has been with Shu Zhan since junior high school is very noisy.

He didn't answer the conversation, feeling that this woman should have a chance.

Sure enough, I heard Zheng Zhi say, "Would you like to come to KTV in the afternoon? I also called a few of our junior high school classmates and had already booked a private room at two o'clock."

KTV, tsk.

Jiang Yuanting's fingers gently tapped the back of the phone.

"You're saying something all the time!" Zheng Zhi should be outside, and the background sound was very noisy.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yuanting picked his lips and said carelessly: "She is not available."

"What's more important than waves...Wait for you who?"

It seemed that the voice of the person on the other side of the phone was a little familiar. When he thought of that possibility, Zheng Zhi was completely confused.

"She wants to rest and study." After saying this, Jiang Yuanting hung up the phone. As for what he thought about on the other side of the phone, it was not his business. Anyway, after she scolded him, she went back to her room to sleep, and she had left the handle here, so she couldn't help but let her do it.

Poor exploited him, he still has to make lunch.

Jiang Yuanting walked into the kitchen with a expressionless face and washed rice and cooked porridge.

She would definitely not want to eat like this, so she cooked some porridge for her to drink. As for her at noon, she could cook two dishes and make do with it.

He is clearly here to study, so why did he become a nanny?

The angry Jiang Yuanting felt the red scarf on his chest fluttering again, and he was indeed a qualified successor.

Perhaps the medicine had some effect, Shuzhan was not sleepy at all. Once it was stuck in the bed, the sleepiness came and she fell asleep suddenly.

When he woke up again, the fragrance of rice floated into the bedroom. Shu Zhan turned over and got out of bed curiously, but felt a churn in his stomach. He wanted to find the fragrance of rice, but as he walked, he changed direction.

She went to the bathroom and vomited in a dark place.

Jiang Yuanting, who saw her wake up and prepare to serve the bowl of porridge, said: "..."

He calmly put the bowl back to the dining table and sat aside to play with his cell phone.

After Shuzhang vomited, he felt that the discomfort in his body suddenly dissipated a lot. Although there were still some signs of a cold, it was no longer as uncomfortable as getting up in the morning. I don’t know if it was the medicine that worked or the vomiting.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there were two plates containing leftover vegetables and bowls of porridge on the table. What surprised her was Jiang Yuanting sitting on the sofa: "Are you still here?"

Jiang Yuanting's lips curled slightly, looking very bad, "It seems that he hasn't fallen ill yet?"

The scene just now hit him a lot, and he planned to ignore her within ten minutes.

I was afraid that she would have a bad appetite if she got sick and drank the porridge, so he cooked the lean meat porridge with peeled eggs. He didn't dare to put a lot of peeled eggs, but the overall taste was very strong.

It was such a waste of kindness.

Shu Zhan hummed softly, "I won't bother you."

After saying that, he picked up the porridge on the table and took a spoon to scoop.

In the past, Jiang Yuanting often helped Shu’s mother. Shu’s mother had a good cooking skills. As a personal disciple, Jiang Yuanting also learned the essence.

But he was so lazy that he would rather come over and eat freely than cook by himself. Unless he went to his house when his parents were away, Shuzhan could only eat his meal.

I didn’t expect that the porridge I made was the taste of my mother.

She was already a little hungry, and after a bowl of porridge, she narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, turned around and said to the young man leaning against the sofa playing with his phone: "Jiang Yuanting, you are so virtuous."

Jiang Yuanting's hand shook, and his phone almost fell off.

Can this word be used on him?
Chapter completed!